Kurt watched with his arms across his chest as Kitty was held down as her
hands were strapped down on the arms of the chair she was in. His tail
flicked faintly from the tip, showing the emotions that were raging inside
of him at that moment.

He and Kitty had both known this day was coming. It was the matter of when
that had eluded them both. Kurt had tried to prepare her for this, telling
her about how they would shave her head and how they would brand her brow.
They even tried to help her get through the pain by having her stick her
finger in the flame he made from his lighter.

But they couldn't prepare for everything.

Instead of a buzzer, the doctor took out a knife and grabbed a large chunk
of her hair, pulling it harshly. Raising his eyebrows, Kurt turned to
Meggan, trying to keep his voice calm.

"What good is my best if it still doesn't help you?" he asked. Kitty took
his hand and gently squeezed it.

"Kurt, it helped me because I know you care about me. Why else would you
take so much time trying to help me deal with that? And why else would you
fake raping me to keep Hauptmann Englande away?" Kurt shrugged a bit,
looking down.

"I still wish I had known about the knife." He muttered.

"Would you care for some nipple clamps with your horse hair shirt, mein
herr?" Kitty laughed, sitting up and holding the ice to her head. Kurt
laughed softly, shaking his head a bit.

"Yes, I would actually. I was always into the kinky stuff actually." He
said. Kitty smiled and grabbed a pillow, whapping him in the side of the
head with it.

"Stop making me laugh!" she said. "I just went through something very
traumatic!"

"Oh and you are certainly acting like it to!" Kurt said, grabbing the other
pillow to fight back. Laughing, the two battled, feathers flying all over
the room.

Years Later On Earth 616

***

StarPryde was sitting in a chair with Rahne, laughing as they talked about
Pete Wisdom and his bad habits of smoking. She couldn't help but think back
to her husband SkyElf when they talked about Lockheed hiding Wisdom's
cigarettes.

Suddenly, Kurt appeared in his mother's lap, smiling up at her as he moved
a bit so that he was facing her.

"Well what a surprise!" StarPryde laughed, hugging her five-year-old son
gently. Her daughter Johanna walked up from the room below, turning solid
once she was sitting on Rahne's lap.

"And what do we owe the pleasure of this sudden visit?" StarPryde asked
with a smile.

"We tried to get Nightcrawler to answer this question for us, but he said
that we had to wait until we were older!" Kurt said, his tail twisting
slightly in indignation.

"Aye, 'tis!" Rahne nodded with a laugh. "Wot was the question?" she asked.

"We wanted to know where mommy's star came from!" Johanna said. "The one on
her forehead!" she added, pointing at the star.

StarPryde grew tense for a moment, concerning Kurt as he tilted his head to
one side.

"Mommy?" he asked.

"Nightcrawler was right about that, my dears." StarPryde said softly. "It's
better to wait until you're old enough to understand."

"Aw, do we have to?" Johanna asked, putting on her I-want-to-get-my-way-
really-bad look.

"Yes." StarPryde nodded, her face becoming emotionless.

"Why don' we go an' make some 'ot cocoa!" Rahne said, trying to defuse the
situation.

"Yay!" Johanna laughed, leaping off of her lap to help Rahne get up. Kurt
stayed on his mother's lap for a moment, looking at her sadly.

"What's the matter, honey?" StarPryde asked, brushing away a strand of
cobalt hair the very same shade SkyElf's had been.

"You were sad, mommy." Kurt said. "I could see it in your eyes." StarPryde
looked her son in the eyes, and she marveled at how he looked like his
father despite the "normal" features mixed in. She smiled a bit, picking
him up as she got up.

"It's nothing, Kurt." She said. "When you're older I'll tell you all about
the mark on my head, and why your daddy is a hero ok?" she asked. Kurt
wrapped his arms around her neck, resting his head on her shoulder as he
let out a sigh that seemed a bit too mature for a five-year-old to make.

"Ok, mommy." He said softly.

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